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Morland told the board what he knew of the detective. He spoke of his history, and the deaths of his wife and child so many years earlier. He told them of some of the cases in which the detective had been involved, the ones that had come to public notice, but he also informed them of the rumors that circulated about other investigations, secret investigations. It was a delicate line that Morland was walking: he wanted them to understand the threat that the detective posed, but he did not want them to feel concerned enough to act rashly. Morland was certain that Hayley already knew most of what he had to say. His performance was for the benefit of the rest of the board, and Warraner too.
‘You say that he has crossed paths with the Believers?’ said Souleby.
There was a rustle of disapproval from the others. The board of selectmen had been in existence in Maine for longer than the sect known as the Believers, and it regarded them with a mixture of unease and distaste. The Believers’ search for their brethren, for lost angels like themselves, was of no concern to the citizens of Prosperous. On the other hand, neither did the town wish to attract the attentions of others like the Believers, or those in whose shadows the Believers toiled. The Believers were only one element of a larger conspiracy, one that was slowly encroaching upon the state of Maine. The board wanted no part of it, although unofficial channels of communication with certain interested parties were kept open through Thomas Souleby, who retained membership of various clubs in Boston, and moved easily in such circles.
‘He has,’ said Morland. ‘All I’ve heard are whispers, but it’s safe to say that they regretted the encounters more than he did.’
Old Kinley Nowell spoke up. He had to remove the mask from his face to do so, and each word sounded like a desperate effort for him. Morland thought that he already looked like a corpse. His skin was pale and waxen, and he stank of mortality and the medicines that were being used to stave it off.
‘Why has the detective not been killed before now?’
‘Some have tried,’ said Morland. ‘And failed.’
‘I’m not talking of thugs and criminals,’ said Nowell. He put his mask to his face and drew two deep breaths before resuming. ‘I’m not even speaking of the Believers. There are others in the background, and they do not fail. They’ve been killing for as long as there were men to kill. Cain’s blood runs in their veins.’
The Backers: that was how Morland had heard them described. Men and women with great wealth and power, like the board of selectmen writ large. Souleby’s people.
‘If he is alive,’ said Souleby, as if on cue, ‘then it’s because they want him alive.’
‘But why?’ said Nowell. ‘He is clearly a threat to them, if not now then in the future. It makes no sense for them to let him live.’
Conyer looked to Warraner for the solution, not Souleby. It was, in her view, a theological issue.
‘Pastor, would you care to offer a possible answer to this conundrum?’
Warraner might have been arrogant and conniving, thought Morland, but he wasn’t a fool. He gave himself almost a full minute before he replied.
‘They’re afraid to kill what they don’t understand,’ he said, finally. ‘What do they want? They wish to find their buried god and release him, and they feel themselves to be closer to that end than they have ever been before. The detective may be an obstacle, or it may be that he has a part to play in that search. For now, they do not understand his nature, and they are afraid to move against him for fear that, by doing so, they may ultimately harm their cause. I have listened to what Chief Morland has to say, and I confess that I may have underestimated the detective.’
This surprised Morland. Warraner rarely admitted weakness, especially not in front of Hayley and the board. It caught Morland off guard, so that he was unprepared when the knife was unsheathed and used upon him.
‘That said,’ Warraner continued, ‘Chief Morland underestimated him as well, and should not have brought him to the church. The detective should have been kept far away from it, and from me. I was forced into a situation where I had to answer questions, and I dealt with them as best I could, under the circumstances.’
Liar, Morland wanted to say. I saw you preening. You fool: I will remember this.
‘Chief?’ said Hayley. ‘Is this true?’
She was amused. Morland could see it. She enjoyed watching her pets snap at each other. He felt her willing him to grow angry. The small humiliations that she had aimed at him earlier had not been enough to make him lose his temper. It might be that she already had someone else in mind to succeed him, but Morland did not believe she had thought so far ahead. She knew only that he was beginning to doubt her, and she wished to retain her position. If she had to sacrifice him to survive, then she would.
But Morland said only ‘I did what I thought was best,’ and watched with some small satisfaction as disappointment clouded the old woman’s face.
Souleby, ever the diplomat, chose that moment to intervene.
‘Throwing blame around is not going to help us,’ he said. ‘Chief Morland, the question is this: will the detective give up?’
‘No, but—’
Morland thought hard about how he was going to phrase his next words.
‘Go on,’ said Souleby.
‘He has no evidence, no clues. He has only his suspicions, and they are not enough.’
‘Then why did he return to the town a second time?’
‘Because he is taunting us. In the absence of evidence, he wants us to act. He wants us to move against him. By acting, we will confirm his suspicions, and then he will respond with violence. He is not just the bait, but the hook as well.’
‘Only if he lives,’ said Nowell, filled with malice as the end neared, as though he were intent on expending all his viciousness before he passed on.
‘He has friends,’ said Morland. ‘They would not allow any action against him to go unpunished.’
‘They can die too.’
‘I don’t think you understand—’
‘Don’t!’ cawed Nowell. He raised a withered finger, like an ancient crow clawing against the darkness. ‘I understand better than you think. You’re afraid. You’re a coward. You—’
The rest of his accusations were lost in a ft of gasps and coughs. It was left to Luke Joblin to secure the mask to Nowell’s face and leave it in place. For now the old man’s contributions to the meeting, however worthless they might be, were over. Why don’t you just die, Morland wished – die and free up a place for someone with an ounce of sense and reason left to him. Nowell eyed him over the mask, reading his thoughts.
‘You were saying?’ said Souleby.
Morland looked away from Nowell.
‘The detective has killed,’ he said. ‘He has victims who are known, and I guarantee you there are just as many who are unknown. A man who has acted in this way and is not behind bars, or has not been deprived of his livelihood and his weapons, is protected. Yes, some on the side of law would be glad to see him removed from the equation, but even they would be forced to act if he was harmed.’
There was quiet among the members of the board, broken only by the tortured breathing of Kinley Nowell.
‘Could we not approach the Backers and seek their advice?’ said Luke Joblin. ‘They might even work with us.’
‘We don’t ask the permission of others to act,’ said Hayley Conyer. ‘Their interests and ours are not the same, not even in this case. If they are unwilling to move against him on their own behalf, they will not do so on ours.’
‘And there is the matter of another girl,’ said Calder Ayton. They were his first words since the meeting had begun. Morland had almost forgotten that he was present.
‘What do you mean, Calder?’ asked Conyer. She, too, seemed surprised to hear him speak at all.
‘I mean that we have received a warning, or four warnings, depending upon one’s view of the current dilemma,’ said Calder. ‘The people are worried. Whatever the threat this detective poses, another girl has to be found and delivered – and quickly. Can we take the chance of having this man nosing around at such a delicate moment in the town’s history?’
‘What news from the Dixons?’ Souleby asked Morland. ‘Has there been progress?’
‘Bryan is watching them,’ said Luke Joblin, answering for Morland. ‘He thinks they’re getting close to finding someone.’
But Morland had his own view of the situation.
‘Bryan tells me that he’s been out scouting with Harry but – and please don’t take this the wrong way, Luke – your son isn’t the sharpest tool in the box. My view is that the Dixons aren’t to be trusted. I think they’re leading Bryan on. We should have given the job of finding a girl to someone else.’
‘But Chief Morland, it was your suspicions that led us to test them with the hunt,’ said Conyer.
‘There might have been better ways to satisfy ourselves as to their loyalty,’ said Morland.
‘It’s done now,’ said Conyer. ‘Your regrets are a little late.’
Again, it was Thomas Souleby who intervened.
‘But if they are leading Bryan on – and, by extension, the rest of us – they are doing so to what end?’ he asked.
‘I think they’re planning to run,’ said Morland.
His opinion went down badly. People did leave Prosperous. After all it wasn’t a fortress, or a prison, and a larger world existed beyond its boundaries. But those that left were secure in their loyalty to the town, and many of them eventually returned. Running was another matter, for it brought with it the possibility of disclosure.
‘There is a precedent for it on Erin’s side,’ said Ayton.
‘We don’t blame the children for the sins of the adults,’ said Conyer. ‘And her mother more than made up for the failings of the father.’
She returned her attention to Morland.
‘Have you taken steps?’ she said.
‘I have.’
‘Could you be more precise?’
‘I could, but I would prefer not to,’ said Morland. ‘After all, I may be wrong about them. I hope that I am.’
‘But the detective,’ Ayton insisted. ‘What of the detective?’
‘We’ll vote on it,’ said Conyer. ‘Reverend, do you have anything to add before we start?’
‘Only that I believe the detective is dangerous,’ said Warraner.
A nicely ambiguous reply, thought Morland. Whatever they decide, and whatever the consequences, no blame will fall on your head.
‘And you, Chief?’
‘You know my views,’ said Morland. ‘If you attack him and succeed in killing him, you will bring more trouble down on this town. If you attack him and fail to kill him, the consequences may be even worse. We should not move against him. Eventually he’ll grow weary, or another case will distract him.’
But Morland wondered if he was engaged in wishful thinking. Yes, the detective might leave them in peace for a while, but he would not forget. It was not in him to do so. He would return, and keep returning. The best for which they could hope would be that his visits might bring no reward and, in time, someone else might do them the favor of killing him.
Around him, the board meditated on what it had heard. He could not tell if his words had made any impact.
‘Thank you both for your contributions,’ said Conyer. ‘Would you mind waiting outside while we make our decision?’
The two men rose and left. Warraner wrapped his coat tightly around himself, thrust his hands into his pockets and took a seat on the porch. It was strange, but Morland had the sense that something of his own words of warning had penetrated Warraner’s carapace of blind faith and deluded self-belief. He could see it in the pastor’s face. Warraner lived to protect his church. For him, the town’s continued safety and good fortune were merely a by-product of his own mission. It was one thing for him to assent to the killing of a homeless man, one whom Warraner believed would not be mourned or missed; it was another entirely to involve himself in an attack on a dangerous individual which could well have negative consequences whether they succeeded in killing him or not.
‘Bait,’ said Warraner.
‘What?’ said Morland.
‘You said that the detective was prepared to use himself as bait. Why would a man put himself in that kind of danger, especially for someone he didn’t even know?’
‘A sense of justice, maybe. The world beyond the limits of our town isn’t as entirely corrupt as we might like to believe. After all, look at how corrupt we ourselves have become.’
‘We do what is necessary.’
‘Not for much longer.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Our ways can’t continue in the modern world. In the end, we’ll be found out.’
‘So you believe that we should stop?’
‘We can stop, or we can be stopped. The former might be less painful than the latter.’
‘And the old god?’